Vão, de Almas
In Otília's house,
A house that still exists,
Electricity is coming now, in a place where light has always been on.
Where the sky is blue or black, almost everything green brown yellow.
Stay in the Vão, with Open Soul you will be.
House of clay, wood and straw.
Cashew in the trees, coconut on the dish, refreshment in the river.
Such beauty is justified.
By Earth's wisdom modern life is hard to reach. Ancient mother, provider and protector.
Otília sees no soap opera.
Otília does not keep her dinner in the refrigerator.
Otília lives a time that most of us don't have anymore.
Otília lives, nothing else.